Ones I thought to copy onto a scratchpad, anyway:
Some slipped through this time—forgot to copy the URLs across, just closed-tab and went on to the next thing. So: blip, gone. But the thing about the internet is that there’s always more. Anyway, here’s what I’ve been into last few . . . I don’t know, ‘days’ for sure, but also ‘weeks,’ and probably not plural months. But maybe one month, or a month and a half. Just the best, none of the drek:
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Because I likely won’t remember to give attribution for each link, I’ll just say it here: probably three-quarters of these paleo type links are from a friend, Joe Lansdale (and all the Apple ones are from my wife). Just, don’t want to pretend I have my thumb on all the good pulses. Rather, I know people with those thumbs. Anyway, on with the reads, starting with the longer stuff:
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I used to screencap these into the monthly best-of posts, but when I started doing those as galleries they ended up getting shrunk to illegibility, so I lazily & loserly gave up. So, this is me trying to reverse that: the best articles I’ve been reading, that I can A) still clearly rememberer, and B) actually FIND. So, some of them self-embed, don’t ask me how, and the others I’ll just put the title/link up in a list, below. That doesn’t mean they…
Back in the late nineties, I’d see Stephen Dixon stories all over and flip back to his author bio at the end of the journal or whatever not because I didn’t already know it, but for the rush: it always said he had some three hundred stories published. I had maybe six at the time? Three hundred was an amazing, impossible, never-get-there kind of number. And I’m not there yet. This isn’t that post. Though I did just total up my stories from print- and e-mags a…
Just calling this post that because of the season. And because of course I love Hellbunny.
Anyway, I never did a write-up for how cool World Horror in Salt Lake City was. Got to meet Robert McCammon and have him sign my Boy’s Life (to my son), got see Ellen Datlow some more, got to hang out with Joe Lansdale again, and meet Karen, got to watch a movie Adam Blomquist had with him (The Blood on Satan’s Claw), got to meet Jonathan Martin (of “An Evening with My Comatose …
is the author of 22 or 23 books, ~300 stories, and all this stuff here. He lives in Boulder, Colorado, and has a few broken-down old trucks, one PhD, and way too many boots